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 198X - Santa Carla, California Glams, goths, and geeks! School's out and this summer is going to be totally righteous! It's Santa Carla's annual Beach Week, a nine-day-long celebration that takes over the city and turns it into a 24/7 party. Bon Jovi and Madonna are both booked for concerts! Radical! Only one problem: you're stuck in detention! Barf! Well, it's not like they can keep you in that library forever... and it's not like you were planning on getting much sleep anyway. So, don't be a space cadet! Take a chill pill, come up with a plan, and have the most tubular summer ever!  Santa Carla is the quintessential beach town, located in California. It was here that Hawaiian royalty first introduced surfing to the mainland--and locals and visitors alike have been riding the waves ever since. Not far from the surf break, calliope music and laughter fills the air at the Santa Carla Beach Boardwalk, the West Coast's oldest surviving seaside amusement park. A few blocks from the beach is Santa Carla's newly renovated downtown. The pedestrian-friendly, tree-lined streets are filled with vibrant shops and galleries, outdoor bistros and sidewalk musicians - all in keeping with Santa Carla's offbeat personality.  The Santa Carla Beach Boardwalk is an oceanfront amusement park in Santa Carla. It is California's oldest surviving amusement park and one of two seaside parks on the West Coast of the United States (the other being the Santa Monica Pier). The West Coast once hosted many more beach parks, including the Pike in Long Beach, California and Playland at San Francisco's Ocean Beach. Both have long since closed, but the Santa Carla Beach Boardwalk survives as a reminder of a bygone era in amusement.  Santa Carla High is the only public school in town, and seeks to educate the odd-thousand or so high-schoolers in the district. It's location next to the sandy dunes of Santa Carla means students often spend recess and lunch surfing, hanging out on the beach, or making out under the boardwalk. Recently, there's been rumors of students disappearing, but the police have blamed the recent rise in drugs and nightlife causing families to move away. --- Monsterhearts is high school drama meets monster movie, and now I'm throwing in a little bit of Lost Boys, Breakfast Club, and basically every other '80s trope you can think of. If you want in, pick a skin, fill out a sheet, and add some backstory. Once there's a decent amount of apps and incoming ones have slowed down, I'll pick 5-7 for the game and get the IC thread up. Questions? PMs, or on SynIRC in #swampthings and #ferg. Creation rules:
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I know Skins for the Skinless is banned, but I've wanted to rehabilitate the Minotaur for a long time, and the 80's with Revenge of the Nerds and other tropes running high feels like a good setting to talk about a bully and being stuck in the labyrinth of high school. If the idea at base isn't something you'd be interested in, I'll pass on giving it a shot, but I definitely feel like trying to make something out of it if you feel the idea might fly. I have ideas to get away from the... Skins for the Skinless-iest parts of the Skin, like the dumb transformation move and unclear conditions. I want to simplify the central mechanic where it represents how the bully is always where you don't want him to be, or just around the corner, once you're on his list, until you show him up/find his weakness/etc, rather than the more abstract "in the maze" and "golden thread" thing. At this point though I'm just saying things, so let me know if you think it'd be worth taking a crack at it.
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Tricky Dick Nixon posted:I know Skins for the Skinless is banned, but I've wanted to rehabilitate the Minotaur for a long time, and the 80's with Revenge of the Nerds and other tropes running high feels like a good setting to talk about a bully and being stuck in the labyrinth of high school. If the idea at base isn't something you'd be interested in, I'll pass on giving it a shot, but I definitely feel like trying to make something out of it if you feel the idea might fly. I have ideas to get away from the... Skins for the Skinless-iest parts of the Skin, like the dumb transformation move and unclear conditions. I want to simplify the central mechanic where it represents how the bully is always where you don't want him to be, or just around the corner, once you're on his list, until you show him up/find his weakness/etc, rather than the more abstract "in the maze" and "golden thread" thing. At this point though I'm just saying things, so let me know if you think it'd be worth taking a crack at it. Definitely worth a crack!
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So, here's a concept. Your game is making me think of doing something inspired by The Graduate, and I figured I could make a Chosen who's just graduated high school. The thing is, their parents are really pressuring them for an answer as to whether they're going to take up the family trade or not. The best they could do was say "I'll think on it over the summer," which has given them until the first day of Fall to decide if they're going to embrace their destiny and all the perks and restrictions that entails, or throw it all away and effectively be disowned in order to go to college and live as normal a life as they can. In 80s terms, they're that cool older guy who's got to decide whether to be a tradesman like their dad or go to college off athletic scholarship.
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 Krystal "Diamond" Alessi, the Queen How are you doing, Santa Carla?! I am Diamond, and we are 4 Wild! Are you ready to rock?! 1! 2! 3! Go! ♫Just another average girl Lookin' to make it in the world These four teen girls will soon find They can be the greatest act of all time! Diamond! Heart! Spade! Club! We are 4 Wild And we're anything but mild We'll come and rock the halls And you'll find we've got it all You know you love us You know you love us You know you love us YEAH! Or, uh, something like that. Name's Krystal, I'm a singer, and we're going to become the biggest band in the country! We're already super popular at school! We're totally even gonna play the prom! quote:Krystal Alessi 4 Wild posted:
What you did to get detention. Well, we were kinda...out late at a show, and I didn't get much sleep. So I ended up falling asleep during Mrs. Gable's Spanish class. And when she yelled at me to wake me up, I kinda fell over in my desk. She didn't really appreciate that and well, I got sent to detention. A song/music video. Had to be Jem A staff member or fellow student you know something weird about.  Ms. Ellen Baker is my English teacher, and one of my biggest advocates in the school. She's really kind and always gives me advice about the band. Of course, the thing nobody knows is that she was actually a big punk rocker when she was my age! She even had a mohawk! Of course, I'd never style my hair like that. A place in the neighbourhood you know.  Club Junker is this really small music club in town. They have a lot of open mic nights, which are where 4 Wild usually performs. We're a favorite among the guests, and sometimes we're even a headlining act! The weird thing is that the club's always closed on the full moon. Guess Clyde must be superstitious or something. A hobby or interest you pursue outside of school My band, duh! We mostly play clubs and school events, but all we have to do is get noticed! Waffleman_ fucked around with this message at 22:44 on May 24, 2016 |
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Interest Post/app goes here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0RjCtddhmA  Thread title proposal: 80s hearts: We're not gonna take it anymore! quote:The air grew cold in Santa Carla High, he stood upon the rafters, guitar, an old gibson Super 400C from 1939. His leather boots clanged against the rafters as he stood, his tall top hat hung crookedly on his long, wavy hair that covered most of his face. Tight black jeans, white t-shirt with a black skull upon it, and a black, leather flight jacket, slowly he slid down till his feet dangled from up above the floor and he began to play his guitar, he laid his head back and though back to the fights back then, his father's drunken attacks, the beer bottles thrown at him, the looks of fright from his mother, who quickly left the room. It had been ten long years that it took place. quote:Name: "Calvin "Ghost" McCallough" Senior Scarybagels fucked around with this message at 15:45 on May 26, 2016 |
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Stella Masters This is so not excellent. I get detention on what should be the best day of my life. I've been planning this trip for years. I mean, high school has been the best nine years of my life, but if I don't get to see Madonna on-stage I'm gonna explode. Yes, nine years. I'm not stupid; would a stupid person know the square of the hypotenuse of an isosceles triangle is equal to the squares of the remaining sides? You see, I'm just biding my time, waiting to see if The One might pass by. I know it's a total pipe dream, right? But sooner or later someone's just gotta appeal to my high standards. I mean, love at first sight doesn't even exist. You'd think first sight would have happened by now, and it might have for them, but it still hasn't hit me, so I'm still all alone. It's tough being this pretty. Takes a lot of work. And one... grody little secret. See, I'm a vampire. Not the kind you're thinking of; gag! No, this is more like that Anne Rice book kinda thing. Mostly the immoral stuff, like staying forever young. It's served me some use under the covers, but it has its flaws. Like killing people. I only kill the people who disgust me though. In my search for my eternal companion, I find someone who might fit my criteria, but then they always have one red flag and I have to throw them away. If it's not one thing, it leads to another! How am I supposed to live forever when I have to spend it all with pigs? Okay, so, like, I saw a vision of Death or something, when me and my now-ex-boyfriend Preston Waits got in a fight while driving up the highway to San Fran and ran off the road. We should have died, but Death, you see, made us both a deal: If we said, separately and without inner-communicating, that we loved one another, we'd be judged at Purgatory. If we said we didn't love each other, we'd be sent to the backside of Purgatory, to wait untold lifetimes for our final judgment. If one of us said we were in love, and the other one didn't, the lover would be dropped to Hell and the un... unlover would live back on Earth until they find their "truest love." Guess what I said. Sorry Pretzels. Sad. Anyway, Death made me a vampire as punishment for my betrayal, something about the carnal desires of humanity and the sorry soul scarring my existence. All that talk, trying to get the last laugh, but it just sounded like bluffs to me. I mean, Death should know I'm a vegetarian. Except for the blood, duh. But it's cool. I get my pick of anyone still in their prime, and I'll always be in mine. I've been many a poor boy's downfall when they decide I'm not good enough for them. Like, wrong answer, dork. Dead. That's the best part, really. Seeing my former conquests lead lives of, let's say, ill repute. I can ruin them whenever I want. I have all the time in the world too. Maybe I'll get to see someone die of old age, or die for me like Cleopatra or whoever. And I can just say, "No, you weren't the one for me," and move on to someone less mortified. As long as I lock my heart away and keep giving out love bites, I can live basically forever. Even if that means never getting what Preston gave me, eternal life is its own reward. You know what they say: High school will be the best years of your life. And I'm still reeling in the years. quote:Name: Stella Masters quote:What you did to get detention: Trick question: I cursed out a teacher because she accused me of cheating on a test. And then I accused her husband of cheating on her. She forgot what we started arguing about to yell about my habits, which is just fine for me because I totally cheated on that test. I convinced one of my guys let me use his notes. I passed, he failed, I got stuck here for the "altercation" so it doesn't even matter. quote:A song/music video: You know I like my girls a little bit older / I just wanna use your love tonight. Daryl Hall & John Oates - Maneater Oh-oh, here she comes / Watch out boy, she'll chew you up. quote:A staff member or fellow student you know something weird about :  How about this one: Topher Scagliotti thinks he can one-up me. He plays with love like I do, but the way he works is so... juvenile. It's almost like he actually tries to get held back, and he just keeps screwing high schoolers. He's got to be like 19 by now. Makes me sick. He also has a crooked dick, but you so did not hear that from me. quote:A place in the neighborhood you know: Anyway, that guy Terry Morgan decided to cash in on the whole fad by doing a total makeover of his lovely fast food joint. Now it's the talk of the town. Or at least that's what Terry tells everyone. It's also a good place to get picked up if you need an alibi. quote:A hobby or interest you pursue outside of school: Fashion is something I'm proud of. Being on the cutting edge is everything. I have like half a studio in my bedroom. 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Name: Hope Moonlight Songbreeze Skin: Werewolf Themesong  If my name didn't immediately make it obvious, my mom is a hippie. Not just a hippy, a hard core "new earth" drugs and rock and roll hippy. I grew up in a *commune* for gods sake. Its a miracle that I'm not more screwed up than I am, considering my mom was a mix of blazed and drunk the entire time she was pregnant with me. Not that 17 year old hippies are known for their brilliant decision making. I have no idea who my dad was, and neither does my mom, since I'm a "child of the commune". Code for "I had so much sex with so many men." Not that I particularly care. Every drugged up hippie is the same. Oh they'll tell you they're not. They pretend they believe in different things. Tantric chacras versus "inner light". It's all the same bullshit, designed to make them think their empty, stupid lives of drugs have meaning. Me? I'm not like those losers. No. I ran away from the commune when I was 14. I knew what I wanted to be! I was going to be a hero! I had heard the stories from "Crazy Jim", who was, by all accounts, crazy. He didn't drink, or smoke, or even like... party. He was *hosed up*, his face had this lattice of scars that made it look like he'd had a lawnmower run over it. He didn't talk much, when he did though, he told stories. Every so often, if you prodded him right. He'd talk about the darkness brewing in the concrete jungle. The doom that encroached. The monsters that wore human skin. The dead that returned to feast on the living. When he talked his eyes grew dark, and it was almost like he was talking about his own life. No one believed him, but I knew better. I'd seen the sword he carefully kept buried in the forest. Perks of not being constantly high. I went to New York. Where I quickly learned a number of things. One. People in New York? They really don't take kindly to "whats up maaaaaaaan". Two. Monsters? They're a thing. They're big, dangerous, and will gently caress you up like its no ones business. Three. Lychanthropy can be transmitted if you're loving stupid and try to hunt a werewolf armed with a baseball bat and more guts than common sense. I don't remember too much about how it went down. At that point I had been living off of scraps and uh... "communal sharing" aka theft for the better part of two months. I don't know if you've ever had to interact with a hobo in NY, but they're mean motherfuckers, so by that point I was pretty tough, for a kid who had come off of a place where the most intense physical confrontation consisted of "hey man, that's not like coooooool" and then smoking a joint. I hadn't given up on my dream though. I was going to kill a monster. Become a hero. I got... lucky? I don't know if lucky is the right word, but the full moon was out, and I saw it. Stalking the streets. I followed. Down an alley. I remember the sheer stink of the alley. My face pressed against the stinking mud and urine, as I bled. Crying, because I thought I was dying. Waking up at the hospital. White rooms and white walls with white doctors. The police came to see me. They brandished words like "truant", "delinquent", "troubled". Turns out there are laws about not going to school and stuff. Oh also I don't exist because I don't even have a birth certificate. I would have run away again, but everything hurt. So I waited. They relocated me to a "home", when my wounds healed, and well, it sucked, but it sucked a lot less than having to eat from trash bins and steal. Plus, I knew then, that monsters were real, and I could fight them. I had a slight shock my first full moon. By slight I mean "thankfully, my room had a window", because I bolted. Apparently wolf me isn't that violent. More focused on the wilds, and nature. He's a hippy wolf. Which you know, is just great. Turns out the hippie was in me all along. I'm pretty sure I ate an entire deer that night. Hippie but not vegetarian. I woke up in the middle of the forest, covered in blood, like twenty feet from a deer carcas. I was... slightly freaked out. That's when I ran away again. Seems to be my MO. Decided I'd go to california. Why cali? Cause it was the furthest I could get from New York. I walked at first. My first stop was a tiny town called Alexandria. That's where I met the love of my life. She was a bit beat up, but absolutely gorgeous. I swear, I don't think my heart has ever raced faster. She was shiny and neon and pink, with a v8 injection engine and loud like you wouldn't believe. Just racing across the abandoned highway. The owner, who I later learned was named Katy, was one tough bitch. She saw me eyeing her ride, and she knew I was hooked. She did something no one had done for me before then. She offered me a job. I took it. Spent a year and a half working in her garage. She was tough, but fair, and I learned a lot. By the time I was done, I could fix a car about as well as I could drive one. In that time, I didn't see a single monster. I looked. Hard and long. I got the feeling that something other than me was watching over the town. That... was a little disturbing, but I put it out of my head. Moonlit nights I just went into the forest. For some reason the citizens of Alexandria didn't really wander there at night. Or ever. Something about the specters of the men who were buried alive there haunting the forest. If they exist, they certainly didn't tangle with wolf me. Which was just as well, because about then is when the police showed up. Apparently they thought my disappearance was an "abduction". I guess the signs were all there. A destroyed window. Bloodied clothes. Yeah, I can see it. Still, like hell was I gonna go back. So I paid Katie for the beat up old roadster she'd been letting me work on, and got out of there. I made my way to Cali, one bit at the time. Racing all the way there. I made enough to get by, fixing cars, betting on races. Realizing I didn't even have a drivers licence. I managed. It was a lot more fun than anything I'd done before. I was alive, like I'd never been. That's how I wound up in Santa Carla. I really didn't have a plan for what to do when I actually *got* here. So I decided. I'd do two things. First: I'd actually become a hero. Find a monster. Slay it. Prove that I'm not just some kid that got punked by a werewolf. Make the world a better place. Two: Make Santa Carla the drag racing capital of the west! Step one was actually registering for high-school. Can't afford to be arrested for truancy. Which I somehow managed by lying through my teeth... and breaking into the office to replace some forms. Hey, you do what you gotta, right? I found a cheap apartment I can afford by working part time at the car-repair shop. Its not ideal, but for now it'll do. Its run by a crazy old woman, Mrs. Lawnicazk, as long as I pay in cash, she asks no questions. Which is good, cause I really don't have any documentation. There's this huge party thing coming up, and I'm ridiculously stoked. Like, that's prime racing time. This is going to be my best year yet. quote:Name: Hope Moonlight Songbreeze quote:What you did to get detention. quote:A song/music video. quote:A staff member or fellow student you know something weird about. quote:A place in the neighbourhood you know. There's also The Goblet, its a seedy little bar on the other side of town. They're actually pretty good about not letting minors drink, but if you want they'll let you use their pool tables on the cheap, no matter your age. It's a little out of the way, and rumors say that people have been kidnapped there, but if that's the case, I haven't seen it. quote:A hobby or interest you pursue outside of school TheCog fucked around with this message at 18:34 on May 24, 2016 |
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Making a gentry or serpentine or possibly a Gentrytine? Serpenty? watch this space. Natasha Rosenkova the Gentry Let's get one thing straight from the start, I'm just better than you. No offence intended it's a simple statement of fact. You do awfully well considering your handicap of being only human. But see the blood of royalty flows through my veins and not just your ordinary rather tawdry human royalty with their gauche divorces and affairs and rather sad little secrets. No I'm talking about the true royalty the true nobility. The Lords and Ladies, the people across the border the fair folk. The Fae. Don't act so shocked surely it's obvious I was something more than human, better than human. Hell look at the success my family has achieved over the years. My uncle the political power-broker, my father the businessman my brother the scientist. But all that success cannot buy us what we most desire, vengeance. Let me tell you a story about Faeries, Once long ago there was a wise and noble king beloved by almost all his subjects, he ruled fairly and justly governing his people through better and worse times. But no king can rule without enemies and this enemy was one he called friend. The Usurper, even today we will not use that vile traitors name. He was the kings chief advisor and he became jealous of the kings success of his wisdom of his power and hate began to fester in his heart. So in secret he organised a coup and overthrew the wise and noble king. The kings family he exiled from their home doomed to wander in the wilderness. And so that is how we came to America just one more exild noble family the victim of a revolution. Although given the pseudonym my grandfather chose not exactly the one most people expect. Still in secret we have rebuilt our power with the same skill and ruthlessness we ruled and it's only a matter of time before The Usurper and his brood are pulled down from his falsely claimed throne and we take back what is ours. That's where I come in like all my family I swore an oath to do whatever was necessary to regain our power. If only I had known what that was going to cost me... See in order to secure a vital alliance my father has decided I need to be married off to one of the old traditional families no doubt to some chinless wonder who expects a royal broodmare to make cow-eyes at him and laugh at his stupid jokes. Still it's not like I have much choice. I can't walk away from everything my family has struggled for these last few generations. I can't abandon them to be my own person. Can I? quote:A hobby or interest you pursue outside of school Photography of course. It is my art, my vocation, my talent and my joy. I have a knack for finding the right picture of framing the world just so. Of capturing emotion and feeling on film. I even persuaded my parents to let me set up my own little dark room in one of the old wine cellars. Our art teacher Mr Hamilton says I have a genuine gift and has even encouraged me to think about pursuing some sort of photography course at college. He said I could easily earn a scholarship if I had too. Not that I would need one of course but the acknowledgement of how good I am would be worthwhile. But it seems like college is going to be out of the question now. quote:What you did to get detention. It was all a complete misunderstanding. I was taking some photos for my portfolio. I was using one of my best models Allison Harding Yes she wasn't wearing many clothes that part was true. No we were not doing that get your mind out of the gutter. And no we weren't making pornography despite what Coach Anderson might have said. He just doesn't understand art and when I called him a philistine and he found a dictionary to look up what that meant he gave me an extra detention for "sass". Idiot man wouldn't know art if it jumped up and bit him on the behind. quote:A song/music video. Tears for Fears-Everybody wants to rule the World quote:A staff member or fellow student you know something weird about. Mr Roberts the principal is weird. My family have been trying to get some dirt on him for years but the guys teflon coated. He doesn't smoke, doesn't drink, doesn't gamble, doesn't womanise. Heck we even got hold of his tax returns and every payment was accounted for perfectly and he paid each and every last cent. He has to be hiding something no one can be that squeaky clean. No one human anyway. quote:A place in the neighbourhood you know. 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Looking at doing an over-dramatic theatre nerd, possibly a Fae. I'll come up with something soon enough.
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Zakkariah Price, the Angel "I know what it feel like to be the outsider. Trust me, I'm a long, long way from home. You wanna tell me what's on your mind? Maybe I can help. It's always better to get it off your chest than to hold a grudge."  "I've been around for a while. Not in Santa Carla, just around. Back when I first got here there was so much to do. There still is actually. Humans are such flawed creations--beautiful, but flawed. They have so much potential but have never seemed to be able to realize it. Back when my dad and I (you people would call him God) were still talking that is what we were all about. We tried to help people and show them the Way. We guided them away from their sins and temptations, but all of the sudden dad just seemed to give up. After that whole Jesus thing he just left humanity to their own free will and turned a blind eye. All the Angels were supposed to just go along with it an return to Heaven, but I couldn't do it. I just couldn't let all of those people sprint straight into Hell. I stopped counting how many people I tried to help or how long I've been here. I just kept going until one day there I am in downtown San Francisco and the cops come up to me asking why I wasn't in school. Where are my parents? Where do I live? Show me some ID. I can't very well tell them that I'm an Angel, they would think I was insane, so I just had to go along with them. I figured it wouldn't be a big deal. I would just ask dad to get me out of the jam. So I pray...and I prayed...and I prayed. No answer. I didn't even get the machine. Dad just...forgot about me. The cops thought I was a runaway, but when they couldn't find me on file and all I would tell them is that my dad left me when I was young they put me into the system. I bounced around in foster care for a while until eventually they found me a home in Santa Carla. Jim and Martha are my new parents. They're nice enough, but they just don't get me. We don't click. Jim is an accountant and Martha is a grade school teacher. They could never have children of their own and ended up with a teenager (well, I look like a teen anyway), so they don't really seem to know what to do with me. They make sure I do well in class, take me to church on Sundays, and ask how was my day. It's all pretty pedestrian. Since I started going to Santa Carla High I have gotten into a few fights and was caught shoplifting once (I was trying to give a sandwich to a homeless guy, swear). Jim tries to tell me what I'm doing is bad and thinks grounding is an effective punishment, but he doesn't understand what I'm here for. Some of these kids at the school are so lost. They just screw up right and left, and they need somebody to help them change their ways. I guess saving SCH isn't exactly like redeeming Sodom and Gomorrah, but every little bit counts, ya know? I just wish dad knew I was doing it all for him... quote:Name: Zakkariah "Zakk" Price quote:What you did to get detention. "People seem to like picking on me. I dunno why. Maybe I just look like I'm easy to push around, but I have a pretty good left hook. I showed Trent Turner after he knocked my books out of my hands and so I'm back in detention...again. I gotta figure out how to keep my cool and not lose my temper." quote:A song/music video. John Waite - Missing You quote:A staff member or fellow student you know something weird about. The gym teacher, Mr. Haskel, drinks in his office sometimes. I hear him talking on the phone too and he always sounds so sad. I think his marriage might be on the rocks. quote:A place in the neighborhood you know. Saint Lawrence the Martyr catholic church. Maybe it's not cool to still go to church, but I have a lot of stuff to work out and the church is my only way to talk to my dad, err, I mean The Lord anymore. I go every Sunday and sometimes on my way home if I have a bad day. I guess I go there a lot actually. I wish I got more answers though... quote:A hobby or interest you pursue outside of school. I like boxing. It really helps to clear my head, and it's a great workout. Plus, like I said, it gives me a hell of a hook and I have to use it a lot more than I would like. The Lord says to turn the other cheek, but when somebody hits you on both all bets are off. ilootthecorpse fucked around with this message at 01:36 on May 26, 2016 |
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Donald Dusenbach also known as: Donny Douche, Donny Dickwad The Infernal  Donny ‘before’.  Donny, with a little help from his new friend. Donny is pretty much at the bottom of the Santa Clara High food chain, along with all the other comic-book-reading, D&D-playing, Computer Club-joining geeks and dorks. His home life isn’t much better: Mom has been out of the picture for a while, and Dad is as cold and distant as the computers he works with. His only refuge is the local library, which just got itself a computer—a second-hand IMSAI 8080 with 8-inch floppy drive, 1200-baud modem, the works. Donny helps out Mrs Baker, the elderly librarian, in exchange for time on the computer, which he’s already used to hack the school records. Dad doesn’t talk about his work, but one day he left his briefcase at home and Donny’s curiosity got the better of him. He found what looked like the number and password for a computer bulletin board, a weird one. One of its users is a shadowy figure with the kind of access Donny dreams about--the credit card company, the phone company, the power company, even the SCPD. The shadow can give Donny that access…for a few small favours. Then things get weird. It flashes some lights through the screen at him and his acne clears up. It flashes some more lights and he doesn't need glasses anymore. The favours get weirder too, even dangerous, but Donny wouldn’t dream of giving this up... What you did to get detention: Got caught snooping around the school computer. Luckily no one figured out he'd been been looking for the password...and found it. Song/music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M4Q35e0-fPQ A staff member or fellow student you know something weird about : With his new-found access to computer systems, Donny's been looking up information on everyone in town. Except for Max, the school janitor. There don't seem to be any records on Max at all. A place in the neighbourhood you know: The library is Donny's refuge from everything--he even has his own key for when he locks up sometimes. Most of the library's collection was a bequest from some old guy who died alone. The basement is full of his weird old books that nobody wants to read. A hobby or interest you pursue outside of school: Besides Computer Club? Donny's Dungeons & Dragons group plays most days in an empty classroom during lunch hour. quote:Name: Donald “Donny” Dusenbach Clipperton fucked around with this message at 04:18 on May 26, 2016 |
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Unknown Quantity: Sounds good. ilootthecorpse: Oh god. Santa Carla. San Francisco. Sorry I'm a horrible editor person. All: I lost PMs, so just ask on IRC or email me at my name @ gmail. -- Everyone: Beach Week festivities started Friday night, with a party at Gary Powers' house. Who do you see there? Make a move against them. What happens? Also, what do you do for the rest of the weekend? Detention starts on Monday... better get your kicks in before it starts. Krystal "Diamond" Alessi: Do you have any shows during Beach Week? What big gig were you turned down from? How did you react? How did the rest of your band react? Calvin "Ghost" McCallough: Man, rough (after)life. Where is your family now? Do you even care? Who are your friends now? Do they know your secret? Stella Masters: Does anybody notice that you never graduate and just keep attending? Who have you conquered in the nine years since your "deal?" Which one of them rejected you afterwards, and what did you do in response? Hope Moonlight Songbreeze: Boy, what a life. Who do you currently drag race with? Any rivals? And with this detention, what will you do if you are going to miss a race because of it? Natasha Rosenkova: Who is one of the Usurper's agents in town? Do they know about you and your family? What are your plans to deal with them? What distracts you from your family's agenda? Zakkariah Price: Who have you gotten in fights with? What is currently distracting you from completing your mission? What would it take to give in to that temptation? Donald Dusenbach: Have you ever talked to the shadow away from the computer? Have you ever tried? What's one thing it's asked you to do that you really don't want to do? Did you do it?
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Frgrbrgr posted:Donald Dusenbach: Have you ever talked to the shadow away from the computer? Have you ever tried? What's one thing it's asked you to do that you really don't want to do? Did you do it? "Shadow" is just what he calls himself. Or she, I guess, I wouldn't know. Or they, even. I usually just call it 'it'. Anyway, it's called me on the library phone a couple of times, but it was with a synthesized voice, a DECtalk or something. It's even called me at home, although I never gave it my number. And at friend's homes... It's weird, what Shadow wants. Sometimes he just wants to know my memories--about my family, the other kids at school, the teachers. I type them down...but I can never remember exactly what I've typed, afterwards. Other times, he wants things that belong to them. He tells me places to leave them, and the next time I check, they're gone. There's a girl I like, Samantha Walsh, and Shadow wanted me to take some clothes from her gym locker. That made me feel like a real creep...but I did it. Then Shadow fixed it so I didn't need glasses for a while, and when I came to school without them, Sam was checking me out, so it worked out pretty good. I think.
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"I guess I never really talked about it, but I did a little research and after our suicide, my family got ran out of town for being the racists that they were, so I've never seen them since I came back, nor did I really want to, good riddance, I am glad he got his just desserts...no, I'm not angry. Brie's father...drank himself to death and her mother and siblings moved out of town, probably to their grandparent's." He writes in his journal, pasting the article about the incidents inside. "Friend wise, I have a few friends...though really I don't let others get near me, I don't feel comfortable around people. suffice to say, no one knows that I am a ghost." He closes his book and closes his eyes. Raven Darkheart, one of the friends he wrote about, comes over with a couple of espressos. "What were you writing?" "Oh not much, just random bullshit" "Can I read it?" "Eh, I would rather read some of your poetry, you always wrote better than me" "Oh, okay!" she smiles and pulls it out and they read it together as he sips his espresso, she moved in close to read with him, but he doesn't pay it any heed. He knew she was into him, but he wasn't really interested, she was doing this all for attention, she wasn't being real, you could clearly see it in her poetry, which was flowery and much happier than she pretended to be. She was nothing like Brie, Brie was real, Brie didn't try to be a part of a group, she just was herself. He finishes his espresso and stands up "Thanks for the drink Raven" he says and walks away before she could protest. He picks up his dufflebag and guitar, and walks out the door and to the school. He looks around and heads inside the door of the gym by phasing through before heading up to the rafter where the principal found him. quote:Everyone: Beach Week festivities started Friday night, with a party at Gary Powers' house. Who do you see there? Make a move against them. What happens? Also, what do you do for the rest of the weekend? Detention starts on Monday... better get your kicks in before it starts. I was invited to Gary Powers' House for a party, not a huge deal, he usually invites everyone, but I figured it would be fun enough. When I get there who do I see but that stuck up rear end in a top hat, Billy Talons, a rich boy who believes he is some hard rock god because he can strum a guitar, mediocre at best. He was talking poo poo about me, I could easily tell since he was referring to that Creepy boy guitarist. quote:Scarybagels Rolling to shut down an rear end in a top hat I walk up behind him and put my leather boot up on the bench he was sitting on all silent like, my guitar in hand, and then suddenly, he starts hearing Yes - Roundabout start. Sure it was old, but it was a classic, or at least I thought it was. The girls heard actual skill and saw that I wasn't -that- creepy and it could tell that I was actually more tortured than they originally pictured, I whisper into Billy's ear as I play "rear end in a top hat if you ever talk about me like that again, you are gonna find yourself learning to play the guitar with your rear end." I stop playing and walk away, Billy was both angry and terrified at the same time, just what I wanted, and for once in his life girls weren't fawning over him. The rest of the party is the normal affair, drugs, alcohol, sex, and then the weekend came and since I knew Monday was the start of detention, I might as well go out and have a bit more fun. I headed to the arcade, played that one game -- Polybius, and then I dunno man, I just rode in the back of a car with a bunch of metal heads, smoking pot, shooting the poo poo and generally being an rear end in a top hat. Good times were had. Senior Scarybagels fucked around with this message at 01:41 on May 27, 2016 |
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Kestrel Makala As long as I can remember I've been fixated on the arts. I love to dance, to act, to sing, to paint...Ultimately I want to be a performance artist. I've been annoyed for a while that I was too young to be part of the New Romantics movement, not to mention being in the wrong country. I've put on a few one-woman shows in the area, but I don't think they went over very well. Everybody came expecting Tiffany, and I was giving them Laurie Anderson. I love the theatre, also, and I audition for every play and musical at school, and I usually wind up being cast. They never seem to take my suggestions on pieces to perform, though. There's no appreciation for Brecht in this crummy town... My dad says that mom disappeared a long time ago. I never knew her, and he never talks about her. It seems to make him sad, but also kind of worried. Dad is native Hawaiian, but I don't know anything about my mother's background. We don't really have any family outside of each other, so we're very close. I've always been different from the other kids, though I don't really understand why. I've always assumed I just had nothing in common with my peers, but that doesn't stop me from trying to make friends with everyone. Art relies on me being vulnerable and exposed. Dad says I'm a total extrovert, my peers call me a showoff, and a lot of my teachers say I want attention, but I just find people interesting. How can I understand myself, and how I fit in, if I don't understand other people? It's like trying to do a jigsaw puzzle when I can only see one piece. Recently, though, it's become more than that. I want people to listen to me, and to understand me; I want them to feel how I feel. There's so much inside of me that it threatens to overwhelm me sometimes and I have to find some way to let it out. quote:Kestrel Makala quote:What you did to get detention. quote:A song/music video. quote:A staff member or fellow student you know something weird about. quote:A place in the neighborhood you know. quote:A hobby or interest you pursue outside of school Lager fucked around with this message at 04:52 on May 27, 2016 |
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Don't forget this part of the prompts y'all (because I did until Waffle reminded me).quote:Everyone: Beach Week festivities started Friday night, with a party at Gary Powers' house. Who do you see there? Make a move against them. What happens? Also, what do you do for the rest of the weekend? Detention starts on Monday... better get your kicks in before it starts. Also, if you're making a new app, aka Lager, include this one as well.
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Frgrbrgr posted:Everyone: Beach Week festivities started Friday night, with a party at Gary Powers' house. Who do you see there? Make a move against them. What happens? Also, what do you do for the rest of the weekend? Detention starts on Monday... better get your kicks in before it starts. Oh my God, there's Damien Bowles. He's totally got connections with a record company in San Fran. It might do a little good to grease those wheels a bit, so I make sure I'm looking my best and ask him to put a good word in. Turn on: 9 Yes! He was putty in my hands! He totally said he'd send my demo over. Score! The rest of the weekend is spent rehearsing with the band. Detention kinda put a damper on some of our preparations, so we're getting a bit extra in before we perform at Beach Week. quote:Krystal "Diamond" Alessi: Do you have any shows during Beach Week? What big gig were you turned down from? How did you react? How did the rest of your band react? We're playing a couple shows at Club Junker for the tourists, which should get our names out there. We wanted to play at the big festival at the boardwalk, but they chose another band over us. Had a bit of a good cry over it with Sylvia. Rhonda, rock of our team as she is, had the duty of comforting us. I guess there's always next year. And Marcia just pounded on her set for a while, like she usually does when she's feeling any strong emotion.
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quote:Everyone: Beach Week festivities started Friday night, with a party at Gary Powers' house. Who do you see there? Make a move against them. What happens? Also, what do you do for the rest of the weekend? Detention starts on Monday... better get your kicks in before it starts. I see Geena Tritten, a popular girl at school. She's never paid much attention to me, but I feel like there's more to her than she lets on. She's not vapid like so many others at school, and I want to know her truths. As the night wears on I go talk to her, running my hand along her shoulder playfully and smiling. I can tell that she wasn't expecting this, but she seems to enjoy the attention. We spend the rest of the night talking and I find out that she's actually quite the bookworm. we have a delightful conversation about The Name of the Rose that seems to last for hours. Turn someone on: 2d6+2 12, I get a string on her. For the rest of the weekend, I mostly spend it sleeping and painting.
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May 27, 2016 05:08
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I am unfortunately gonna have to bow out of this game. Good luck to everyone applying
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 Denis Kelnhofer The Neighbor My last school was a disaster. It really was. I didn’t enjoy it. No one liked me, I didn’t like anyone, and, if I can say something like this without seeming like too huge of a jerk, I’m almost kind of glad that my parents split up because now, living with my dad, I get to start over. None of my jerk old classmates, none of my jerk old teachers, no baggage or dirty laundry or anything like that. A completely fresh start. What baggage? Oh, well. Fine. If you won’t tell anyone else. My mom works for one of the big computer technology companies. No, not that one, but one of the big ones. She was never around, because there were always conferences, support meetings, foreign sales kibbutzim... As a result, she tended to fill her absence with stuff. So I have a couple great keyboards, a nice mixing board, some really good microphones for sampling. As you can imagine, this didn’t do much for my popularity. I was already in that weird state between computer guy and band geek: I was slightly too out there for the computer guys -- not enough into gaming or programming or Japanimation --, but the concert band didn’t have much use for a keyboardist either, which I really preferred to the French horn. Anyways -- and you probably won’t believe me when I say this, but it’s true, and it’s the other pertinent detail of this story -- my last school was haunted. Literally haunted, by ghosts or vampires or... Students would disappear, or die, or suddenly get transferred across the country, and no one would want to talk about it. It was terrifying. And I don’t know the exact details, but there was this group of really cool kids who were trying to kill them. Way too cool to ever want to be friends with a guy like me. The only time I spent any time with them was towards the end of the school year. I was hanging out at school late because I didn’t want to go home. I knew my parents would be fighting, because that’s what they always did when my mother got home from one of her trips, and after Jeremy, the guy who sat next to me in Calc disappeared and I seemed to be the only one who noticed, I couldn’t handle coming home to them passive-aggressively sniping at one another over take out. So there I am, playing piano in the empty commons, and then all of a sudden this strange lady drops down from the ceiling. She’s dressed in all this black leather gear like a biker or a model, and, now that I’ve got a better look, I realize it’s Emily Dofferson from my English class. So I say “Hey Doff, what’s going on?” and she grabs me by the collar and slams me up against the wall, which is no mean feat considering she’s only five foot five counting the heels on her boots, and I probably weigh at least twice what she does. And she stuck this wicked looking knife, curved and twisted, with some sort of red gem in the pommel, up to my throat. “At last I have you, Mastermind,” she spits in my face. Literally. Girl has no saliva control. It’s gross. “Your reign of terror over this school is over. Are you going to beg now? Plead? Tell me all about you sad, pathetic home life? About how your parents don’t love you? About how you needed to lash out at the world because you don’t have any friends and no one likes you? I’ve got news, creep. It’s because you’re weird. No one cares about your problems. Once I take you out, all your vampire minions will turn to dust, and this will all be over. Any last words, creep?” And... that hurt. Not going to lie. I mean, I knew I wasn’t exactly popular, and I didn’t really spend much time with anyone outside of school, but, you know, I didn’t think I was... “...vampires...?” is all I managed to squeak out, trying not to cry. “I think we’ve got the wrong guy, Em,” says Gareth Jones, who I hadn’t noticed come in. He was armed to the teeth: all sorts of medieval weaponry strapped across his chest, and a crossbow in his hands. “poo poo, really?” she says. “Look, Denis, I... It’s...” “We’ve gotta run, Em,” says Jones, looking at this weird amulet. “The Mastermind, he’s still here. Right below us.” And off they went. I sat there on the ground until the sun went down. They never came back, and the janitor kicked me out. My folks were a bit upset that I was home so late, and I lied that I was playing piano and lost track of time. I don’t lie often, but I figured they’d never believe the truth. But I know it happened. I can’t prove it definitively, but how else would Gareth’s weird amulet have ended up stuffed in my locket? And why would I make up something like that? I didn’t go to school for the next few days, and then my parents finalized their divorce, and it was decided that it was better that I stay with my dad, what with my mom always being gone. The next few weeks were kind of a blur. I think Vice-Principal Varney disappeared under mysterious circumstances. Emily and Gareth were nowhere to be found. I packed up all my gear really carefully, and next thing you know, I’m out of cold and windy Chicago and in sunny Santa Clara. It’s different. I don’t know how to dress for the weather at all. It’s so sunny. And I’ve already landed myself in detention for, and this is the dumbest thing, but getting into an argument with Mrs. Tenlap over whether they speak Spanish or Portuguese in Brazil. It’s Portuguese, right? That’s, like, the only fact that I know about the country! My mom’s been there! But apparently “backtalk” is enough to land you there. At least she’s not allowed to hit students anymore. I heard she once killed someone back in the 60s, and the school hushed it up. It’s not all bad, though. I found a really nice record shop by our apartment, the Disc-o-Tech, which has the most amazing selection I’ve ever seen. Not just the usual stuff like Kraftwerk and New Order, but deep cuts like the Yellow Magic Orchestra that I’d previously only read about... I’ve still got that weird amulet. I wear it a lot, under my shirt. The metal is cool, comfortable. I don’t know if it does anything other than provide air conditioning, but even that’s good enough. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFu66ye6YWM quote:Denis Kelnhofer
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Just putting this here, mostly to get myself to do it. I'll put up another round of questions sometime this weekend, hopefully tomorrow. Apps close Tuesday, and I'll put up a final round of questions then. Let me know if you need any help!
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@ Frgrbrgr, I'm New to SA. Wanted to get approval or thoughts on the Tormented skin before I start the build for a 'Half' Vampire using the Tormented as a base and adding the optional move from the Vampire skin. After all, "There's too many GD Vampires in Santa Carla."
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Eibon Black posted:@ Frgrbrgr, I'm New to SA. Wanted to get approval or thoughts on the Tormented skin before I start the build for a 'Half' Vampire using the Tormented as a base and adding the optional move from the Vampire skin. After all, "There's too many GD Vampires in Santa Carla." I'll need you to link the playbook, doesn't seem to be on the list.
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@Frgrbrgr, Here are the specs. I can't find the site and link it atm. Edit: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15bT2Kx_1lu4Gn4HtFTjtcWRy1eVgCvEMutFTiLJtgOo/edit?pref=2&pli=1 Eibon Black fucked around with this message at 19:01 on May 30, 2016 |
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Frgrbrgr posted:Everyone: Beach Week festivities started Friday night, with a party at Gary Powers' house. Who do you see there? Make a move against them. What happens? Also, what do you do for the rest of the weekend? Detention starts on Monday... better get your kicks in before it starts. Well it's obvious who was one of the Usurpers minions [b]Anthony Baldwin[/b It seemed innocuous at first I caught him staring at me. And well lets be honest I have plenty that is very definitely worth staring at he was not the first boy to stare and drool at my perfection. So had it stopped there I would not have batted an eyelid. But then I began to notice things going missing. My hairbrush, my PE shorts, my make-up compactor. I didn't put the two together at first until I saw him going through my locker. After that it was childs play to follow him, after all the blood of royalty flows through my veins and anything a mere mortal like him can do, I can do ten times better. I watched him meet with a mysterious Fae I didn't recognise and hand over my stolen things. Not long after that I started to get this odd feeling that I was being watched even when I was absolutely alone and in private. It was only when I talked to Aunt Alexandria the families expert on magic that I realised the source. Magical divination, he'd obviously suspected who I was and stolen my possessions as some sort of sympathetic link. So of course I did what anyone sensible would do if they knew they were under observation. I played along. And I'm going to keep playing along until I can get close enough to Anthony to show him what happens when you play these sort of games with a princess of the fae. If he's lucky he may live long enough to learn his lesson. Not that I intend to get violent myself of course, Violence is crude messy and often counter-productive. No I have other means of extracting co-operation. A simple polariod camera and a bank statement should do quite nicely.... But this fun as it was is a distraction from what I really want what I've always wanted. What I want most of all is something my money cannot buy. Recognition. I want to be known for my art, for my ability to produce photographs that capture the very soul of life. There's a photo contest coming up you know on the concept of "Passion" I intend to show the world what I can do. That I'm more than just a pretty and rich girl. Which is why I'm here. I mean Gary's party is far too gauche and lower class for me,. In a way I'm doing a major favour just by showing up and lending my implicit approval to his efforts. But the truth is I'm not here for him. I'm hunting. See after I told my father about being spied upon he told me that it was my problem to deal with as I see fit. He always likes to test us with these things, says it keeps us on our toes. Thanks Dad. That's a big help. So I'm here for Anthony. And I have some rather interesting photos I'm sure he'll be dying to see. It didn't take long to isolate him from the crowd. I don't think he was too happy at being stuck alone with me in a private chat. I waved the polaroid in front of him. "Unless you want this picture mailing directly to the police, who are sure to be delighted to know where you got so much cocaine, and those odd deposits in your bank account, tsk tsk. If you're going to commit financial fraud you need to do it better than that. Now to any reasonable officer of the law those would look at those little facts and conclude you've been dealing and well it'd be such a shame for a pretty boy like you to spend time in a federal prison, nasty places I hear..." I trailed off suggestively. [23:52] Ferrosol threatening a guy [23:52] Ferrosol !r 2d6+1 [23:52] Krysmbot Ferrosol, 6+1 = 7 giving him the condition dealer he can give me whatever "of course if you want to avoid it, you only need to do me a teeny-tiny little favour, before you send off your tedious reports, you're going to let me edit them. or well I'd recommend you keep very tight hold of your soap If you know what I mean." Needless to say given how whitefaced, he became I'd managed to get through to him, and well with that out of the way I was able to leave the party and head back for home. A small victory perhaps, but small victories add up. I spent the rest of the weekend going through my collection of pictures trying to find exactly the right picture I needed to win. I had hoped the one with Allison... but no it still wasn't right. Dammit, I will find the one I need. I just better do it soon.
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Eibon Black posted:@Frgrbrgr, Here are the specs. I can't find the site and link it atm. hmmm. My biggest concern is that's a little flat. The family concept is good but requires a lot of work for both of us. And without leaning heavily on family, it's unremarkable. Maybe take a look at Vampire or even my evil twin? Thinking about creating rules for an npc twin for that one.
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Second round for people that answered the first. Donald Dusenbach: How have your friends and family reacted to your change? Who is one person that doesn't like the new you? Do they make you want to undo the changes? also see Gary Powers party prompt. Calvin "Ghost" McCallough: Seems like you still do a lot of the same things that you used to. Don't you want to do something different with your second chance? Or is it all just meaningless, who cares what happens to you anyway? Krystal "Diamond" Alessi: Sounds like this band thing is starting to get serious. How far are you willing to take it? Is this what you want to do for the rest of your life? What about your band mates? Which one of them recently threatened to quit and why? How did you respond? Natasha Rosenkova: Later that weekend, a stranger approaches you. A new student perhaps, he's tall and handsome. He immediately perks your interest as a possible candidate for “Passion.” But then he talks, and his voice sounds familiar… “Hello, Natasha. Don't recognize me? I don't blame you. Your little games won't work on me. She's protecting me. Meet the new Anthony.” Gain the condition Duped. Anthony loses the condition Dealer. You have no idea who "she" is. How do you respond? And… how do you balance this new twist with your desire to take his photograph for your competition? First round for new apps. Kestrel Makala: What's the one piece of artwork that you've made that makes you the happiest? What's the one piece of artwork made by another that makes you most angry? How much do you know about what you are, and who knows more than you about what you are? Everyone but Kestrel: Beach Week festivities started Friday night, with a party at Gary Powers' house. Who do you see there? Make a move against them. What happens? Also, what do you do for the rest of the weekend? Detention starts on Monday... better get your kicks in before it starts. Denis Kelnhofer: Santa Carla is a pretty exciting place to live, beaches, hiking, etc. What's one time you really wanted to do something, but refused to? What's one time you really didn't want to do something, but you did it anyway? Which classmate do you want to know more about, but never talk to? Which classmates do you talk to constantly, but wish you had never befriended?
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quote:Calvin "Ghost" McCallough: Seems like you still do a lot of the same things that you used to. Don't you want to do something different with your second chance? Or is it all just meaningless, who cares what happens to you anyway? The rafter was cold that day, though, to be quite honest, was usually cold. He laid up there thinking, maybe he should stop moping around this school, and move on...but then he spoke out "Life...or rather this facsimile of life is pretty meaningless...I mean...I am dead...what is the literal point of trying to have a better life when you are nothing but a spiritual life...it already is trouble enough every four years reinventing myself, though I have to say I have gotten pretty good grades now, with straight As...yeah maybe this'll be my last year here, maybe I will go to college, shouldn't be that hard to dupe that right? Maybe I can find some reason to continue...on without her..." He sighed "What is the use..." he says as he stands up "This has to be some sort of cosmic punishment for suicide, though..." he says looking up "If this is a punishment, maybe Brie has gotten a second chance." He hops off the rafter and walks to the door...pushing it open, he remembered hearing about a party going on, and he was going to enjoy the night, try to stop moping around and move on, find a way to be more than just some down and out ghost. Maybe he could be the first ghost president. He laughed at the thought, voicing as he walked down the street "My fellow Americans, I am here today to tell you, that Aliens and Ghosts and Vampires and all those things that go bump in the night are real and they definitely want to murder you all, so you best learn to be good little sheep and follow our orders" a faux official voice bellows out as he marches towards the party, the metal clinging on his boots as he walks. He wasn't fond of the people but maybe he could find someone who can understand where he is coming from, perhaps even let them know his secret.
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Frgrbrgr posted:hmmm. My biggest concern is that's a little flat. The family concept is good but requires a lot of work for both of us. And without leaning heavily on family, it's unremarkable. Maybe take a look at Vampire or even my evil twin? Thinking about creating rules for an npc twin for that one. Unless I can find a way to make The Vampire more appealing it's back to square one. Eibon Black fucked around with this message at 19:07 on May 30, 2016 |
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Frgrbrgr posted:Stella Masters: Does anybody notice that you never graduate and just keep attending? No, nobody important notices at all. Who do you think you are, asking me that? See, I was worried the first time I failed my final exams, but when they handed it back to everyone, mine had gone missing. Once class was over, I wanted to talk to the teacher about it, but then I saw my test form in the trash. And there on her desk was the roll sheet, with my name blacked out in marker. Like, duh, I already died. And dead girls tell no tales! So the teachers have all forgotten about me, in the cool "I can do whatever I want" way, not the Topher Scagz "You're a hopeless piece of poo poo" kinda way. I can still sit in class and participate and stuff, but when it comes time to write my name, it's a "mistake" and crossed off. It's not until I've looked deeply into their eyes that they understand, and who makes eye contact with their teacher? Gag me with a spoon. As for the students, well, they come and go. The only people who have the gall to talk to me have need of my service, and a few people within a thousand? That's not enough to blow my cover, and if they do, they vanish and I plead the fifth. Frgrbrgr posted:Who have you conquered in the nine years since your "deal?" Which one of them rejected you afterwards, and what did you do in response? Oh, plenty of people. I mean, I'm not going to brag about all the important people around here who've had the honor. Of the people who I still bother with, there's... - Tony, who cooks at the pizzeria. We still talk sometimes, though never about me. He thinks I'm "just the same as when we met," the diluted chump. He's 23. - Marcus, who took a "summer job" on the boardwalk and became the arcade maintenance guy, making sure Pac-Man can still eat. He never could look me in the eyes. 22. - Joshua, the former star quarterback who went to a university, only to come back after his scholarship disappeared in a puff of smoke. He cried in my arms when he saw me. 19. But there's one in particular who still regrettably catches my eye. His daddy has property on the outskirts of town, where he keeps classic cars in a refurbished barn. The boy's spent most of his post-high school life being an "artist," trying to make lightning strike. He has a recording studio, a loft full of paintings, and a hole where his creativity should be. He thought he could make me his muse, and for a while it was flattering to have modern art dropped by my house. And then he wrote his song, Stella Belle. It was beautiful and lovely and all that, until I learned that it wasn't for me. At least, not exclusively. He wrote different sets of lyrics for each of the girls he'd been seeing on the side. Julie Jewel, Anna Grand, Lucy Boo, and the cherry on top, Madeline. Adam French, this one's for you. Frgrbrgr posted:Everyone: Beach Week festivities started Friday night, with a party at Gary Powers' house. Who do you see there? Make a move against them. What happens? Also, what do you do for the rest of the weekend? Detention starts on Monday... better get your kicks in before it starts. Adam still likes to hang with the younger folk, and usually gets invited to parties in which someone knew him, or someone knew someone who would introduce them. And we all know Gary knows everybody. So anyway, he's here, with a cup in his hand and recent graduate (by the skin of her teeth!) Madeline MacKenzie Burke wandering in and out of his orbit. "Some party," I tell him as the whore disappears around a corner. "Hey, Stella," he says. "Oh, you remembered. I thought you could call me Anna today. Or Maddie?" "Look, I'm sorry, okay? If it's alright, I'd like to move on and see other people, like my girlfriend--Where did she--?" I look into his eyes and feel for the welts in his neck. Seems like he's healing nicely. "If you really wanted her, you wouldn't have let her go." My plastic nail extensions find the soft spots and squeeze, just a little bit. Scorned King's Wrath allows her to Lash Out with Dark after being scorned by someone who is Entombed. <RWT> Lash Out Physically, with Dark. <RWT> !r 2d6+1 <Krysmbot> RWT, 6+1 = 7 Adam takes a String on Stella. It shouldn't be enough to draw blood, but hopefully he knows better than to let something good slip between his fingers. I'll spend the weekend working on a cute detention outfit. I hope they don't think broad black-white stripes are too on the nose, or the "Santa Carla Penitentiary" in bright blue sequined cotton. Actually, I hope they do. It'd really be too bad for the poor souls who gave me this ensemble to be forgotten. (And yes, I'll bring a change of clothes; God!) Double May Care fucked around with this message at 17:45 on May 29, 2016 |
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Frgrbrgr posted:Krystal "Diamond" Alessi: Sounds like this band thing is starting to get serious. How far are you willing to take it? Is this what you want to do for the rest of your life? What about your band mates? Which one of them recently threatened to quit and why? How did you respond? I'm willing to take this as far as it needs to for us to get famous. Me and the girls are surer than sure that this is what we want to do with our lives, nothing else! Okay, so Sylv was worried about her grades and thought we should split, but come on! She's still a B student! I just had a sitdown with her and told her she was being paranoid, and she saw my way. I can be pretty persuasive when I want to be.
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May 29, 2016 17:24
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Frgrbrgr posted:Second round for people that answered the first. Well well well. This looks promising, hot hunk giving me the eye, Hey there's no harm in looking right, I'm not engaged or married yet. Might as well enjoy my freedom while I still can. I wish I had my camera with me, I could take the most amazing photograph right now.... Holy poo poo he's coming up to me maybe this is my lucky day. I can ask him to wait while I run and get it. I could promise him a reward surely there is something this Adonis needs. Heck I'd even do him the honour of a date for a body like that.... Then he opened his mouth, rows of perfect teeth, albeit with a smile that looked more like a sharks grin than a friendly one and a familiar voice came out. Anthony... well isn't that a surprise. I wonder if he always looked like this and I didn't realise, he could have been under a glamour this whole time, or this might be a glamour now. Either way he mentioned She, capital S whoever She was. Best not to let on I don't know what the hell he was talking about. I turned coolly pretending I was utterly uninterested in his rippling abs and surprisingly well-developed six-pack. "Oh you have been working out, shame all that muscle seems to have gone to your head. I still have your pictures and bank records remember, and you can tell your boss from me that if "She" wants to speak to me she should come herself and not send a worthless lackey to do her business for her." I turned my head away contemptuously. I would like his photo, but i'm not about to throw a perfectly good set of blackmail material away to get it for me. There will be other opportunities for pictures between now and then after all and not all of them pictures of those who work for the enemy.
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Frgrbrgr posted:Kestrel Makala: What's the one piece of artwork that you've made that makes you the happiest? What's the one piece of artwork made by another that makes you most angry? How much do you know about what you are, and who knows more than you about what you are? My favorite painting that I have ever made tells the story of Hina, the goddess of the moon. Hina dwelled among the mortals and was an object of desire for all, but she grew frustrated of being a face in the crowd - no matter how attractive. She escaped to the moon and became a goddess. Something about that story has always struck a chord with me - the idea of a woman who is so tired of being pursued by other mortals that she escapes and decides, "gently caress this! I'm a goddess, now!" She manages to get away from humanity and finds out she's in control of her own destiny. My painting depicts Hina flying up to the moon while mortals line the beach reaching to her, begging her to stay as she ignores them entirely and goes off to the destiny she chose for herself. As far as artwork that infuriates me, I'd have to answer with Harold Pinter's Betrayal. Dad took me to see the play and, I'm not sure why, I had a visceral reaction to the performance. I wound up almost ripping the arms off the chair I was in. The play almost had to end early because one of the lights came loose and crashed to the stage, nearly killing one of the actors. They cleaned up and continued very quickly, though some of the illusion was broken for me and I calmed down after they resumed. It was a very well-written piece and well-acted at the performance I saw, but I don't think I'd like to see it again. I still refuse to watch the Jeremy Irons film version. I don't know what you mean by "what I am." I've told you about all I know about myself - I'm the half-Hawaiian girl who paints sharks in her spare time and pisses off her audiences at every performance. Though I do feel like there's something my father hasn't told me about my mom. Now that you mention it, though...Mr. Schump, a local policeman, has harassed me a few times. I figured he was just a creep, but he made some comment about how he'd find out if I had anything to do with disappearances and other odd happenings. Not sure why he'd think I was capable of anything like that.
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Ravenna Bachman - The Maenad You wanna know about me? Well lets just look at how I ended up in detention, that should help you get the 411. Officially I'm here for 'Loose Morals, Violent Tendencies and Truancy'. In non-detention speak it's because instead of being in our humanities class, I was out behind the bleachers on first base stealing to second with Dany, while William and his little princess Betty were booking it as fast as they could home with a bloody lip and his legs crossed. So yeah, I shouldn't have hung around, but... First Betty comes up, upset about the stories I'd been spreading about Willy being a two timing scumbag -all legit, and I'd know, since it was me in the back of his car last friday. When I wouldn't take it back and told her some details I couldn't know if it wasn't true, she slapped me and I gave her a fresh one. Which for some reason got Will tripping, so I beat the piss out of him. He gave me this black eye, but I doubt he'll be able to get it up again even if Betty still wants him. Anyway, I should have jetted, but we'd got a bit of a crowd at this point, and there's nothing like a good fight to get my blood boiling and my engine running if you know what I mean. Dany was the biggest stud in the crowd so I had him pinned up against the wall and my hand down his pants by the time the teacher showed up. So there's your picture. I'm a physical girl, and I'm not shy about it. Fighting, loving and Fun, and I'll tell you what I think about you to your face. But that's not the whole picture, I'm not an ordinary girl who looks to mess around, I've got a secret. My mother did too -does too, I suppose (but I'm not going to think about that)- we're mostly human, but somewhere down the line one of us was a spirit or a demon or something, a magical creature of violence, madness and pleasure. Maybe that's why I'm so good at what I do, why I can't stand for things to be boring, why I can see inside of people to see what makes them tick and how to wrap them around and get them caught up in my flow. The Maenad posted:Name: Ravenna Bachman A song/music video. Like A Virgin Girls Just Want To Have Fun A staff member or fellow student you know something weird about. Well I know plenty of things about a lot of the students (and some of the staff). But that's not weird. Mrs. Schafer the Vice Principal keeps a bottle of gin in the bottom drawer of her desk, and she has to replace it every week, Mr. Phillips watches the boys change for Physical Education, and Principal "Dr." Rosenbach might be dead for all the pleasure he gets out of life, I haven't found a single vice of his yet. But I will. And won't it be sweet when it'll be him sweating in his seat and me off at the beach instead of being stuck here. A place in the neighborhood you know. The Pit.  Its an 'underground boxing' ring, but it isn't boxing. Just fighting. No rules except what you agree on, and no killing. Besides that, anything's welcome. It moves around a lot, got to keep ahead of the police. Its usually around under a bridge or a highway, in the old abandoned drive-in theater. I fight sometimes, a lot of the guys aren't big on hitting girls, but sex sells and a lot of guys in the crowd seem to think two girls fighting is almost as good as loving. A hobby or interest you pursue outside of school I like sports, don't do any seriously but a lot of kids from school do baseball down at the beach and I'm loving mad good at batting. Suck something awful at fielding, but you can't win em all. Optional: a title for the IC thread
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Calvin "Ghost" McCallough: Do you believe in an afterlife? Reincarnation? What would you do if somebody offered you the chance to move on from this existence? And… how aware of other monsters are you? How did you find out? Stella Masters: Wow, sounds like you have poor Adam by the juevos. Do you feel any resentment towards Madeleine? Any future plans for her? And what about yourself - what are your plans this summer? What's your biggest goal? Krystal "Diamond" Alessi: Are you sure these people are the ones you can take to the top? Have you ever thought about becoming a solo act? Natasha Rosenkova: What are you going to do about “Her?” And is all this worth it? Have you ever thought of just abandoning the cause? What keeps you from leaving? Kestrel Makala: So, who are you - the beauty among the crowd or the lonely goddess? And what do you think your mom's secret is? What recently happened in your presence that couldn't be explained? Ravenna Bachman: Beach Week festivities started Friday night, with a party at Gary Powers' house. Who do you see there? Make a move against them. What happens? Also, what do you do for the rest of the weekend? Detention starts on Monday... better get your kicks in before it starts. Who did you pick a fight with recently that you shouldn't have? Who should you have picked a fight with but you didn't? Do you like living this way? What's one thing your lifestyle will never allow but you desperately want?
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@Frgrbrgr, My app is complete enough for your review. I hope I didn't forget anything.
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